[Clara's POV]
Clara stayed perched on the edge of the seat, letting her gaze wander over the soft golden glow of the hall.
They had finished taking the photoshoots, the room back normal and no more lights flashing in her eyes
The buzz of conversation was still present, but it seemed distant, almost irrelevant. Nathaniel had gone off to speak with a few of his father's old friends, leaving her alone for the first time since they'd arrived. She exhaled, leaning back slightly, grateful for a moment to herself.
A waiter approached, holding a tray of champagne and sparkling wine, tilting it slightly toward her. Clara stiffened.
"No, thank you," she said politely, though firmly. The waiter hesitated but nodded and moved on.
